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MARCELINE DESBORDES VALMORE: its name, does not remain silent

She is a woman of the nineteenth century, a singer and actress from the ear very sensitive to the French rhymes. She was born in 1786, in French Flanders, but at the age of 15 years she was with her ​​mother in the Caribbean, on the Island of Guadalupe. After his return home, at the age of 22 years, the ...

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SPRINGTIME, IN ONE HAND

Meeting Benches, welcomes the season of truth, with five short poems unpublished. Marc Chagall, anemones. RENEWED TENDERNESS: Truth that enchants in smiling vitality, between returns home, surrounded by the smells of the earth. Rose-colored clouds above the fears, warm auroras, embracing new tenderness. HAWTHORN:Enclosing thorns kind, that is not more wind, but only the breeze, fondling under a little rain the ...

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AGNOLO POLIZIANO: Poetry, One fine morning.

AGNOLO POLIZIANO: One fine morning. From the diary-illustrated atlas TRAVEL IN ITALY, published by Meeting Benches (e-book format, English and Italian versions), Its own page with a picture and a poem by Agnolo Poliziano. I found myself, maidens, one fine morning. But then I had a strip full of flowers, I saw the roses and not just a color: I ...

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ISABELLA MORRA: Poetry, Clipped wings

ISABELLA MORRA: Clipped wings   Seeing that desire beautiful, You have clipped wings, that stood in my heart, cruel Fortune, so that all of your sake I live fast, I will say this style rough and brittle a part of my inner evil caused only by you of these plugs, between these bitter costumes of irrational people, devoid of wit, ...

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VERONICA FRANCO: Poetry, Certanty of love

VERONICA FRANCO: Certezza di amore   “Se potessi Essere sicuro del Tuo amore per quello Spettacolo Che le parole e la Faccia, Spesso varia anima mantenere Coperta, e se QUESTO mantiene la Mente stessa ha Raccolto le orme di Fuori, in Modo Che Gli ALTRI Non Sono Spesso catturati in Frode, Che paura uscito da me, Che E per QUESTO ...

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THE LITTLE CUPIDS: Poetry, by Agnolo Poliziano

Gli amorini, da Agnolo Poliziano. Oltre intorno alle amorini battute nude qua e là volando: che con le ali di mille colori le rose erano sparsi messa in onda, che riempivano la sua faretra di fiori freschi, quindi la stavano riversando sul letto, come la nuvola che cade rotto fermi sulle ali, e poi giù lo scuotimento.    

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INFINITY IS POSSIBLE: Poetry, by Delicate Bow

Amazing angel Robber of your thoughts Game with fingers on the keyboard Excellent performance about love Navigation to heaven Tattoos in hearts Infinity is possible Novel to continue Axiom of our days (nights) (Delicate Bow)

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MARSILIO FICINO: Poetry, The eyes.

MARSILIO FICINO, Italian Renaissance poet: The eyes. The way in which that lovers suffer evil eye we said above, if much this will add to what was said: that mortals then blindside very evil eye, when they frequently direct their eyes to the eye than others, connecting with the lights, and miserable for those you love drink. The eyes are ...

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LUCREZIA TORNABUONI: Poetry, I do not care about you

Lucrezia TORNABUONI Italian poet was born in Florence in 1425, the mother of Lorenzo de ‘Medici. “I do not care more about you: I have taken strong branches, I do not answer because you call me, I will mock you. Enemy, I have now passed the dubious road; my Jesus has freed me, do not the one expected. Grace I’ve ...

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WORDS OF SILENCE: Poetry, by Dastilige Nevante

WORDS OF SILENCE In the purity of what is beside you, sometimes wear a simple apron. They have skilled hands to touch the clouds, stroking stunned harmony of each denser meaning. When you speak the silence are covered with intimacy and listen with amazement of fellowship. Still, in the silence, someone says something. Still, with silence, someone wraps you up ...

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